The pain from the contraction was intense and Gloria groaned loudly.
“Ahh! Michael, it’s time!”
Gloria’s husband scurried about, grabbing the bag they’d packed for the hospital. He spied one of his sons.
“Herbert, come here!”
“My name is Leonard.”
“I’m Leonard, dad.”
“Mom ate him when he was an infant, remember?”
“Oh. Right,” said his father. “Well anyway, I have to get your mother to the hospital. She’s about to give birth again. You’re in charge of your brothers and sisters.”
“Again?” asked Leonard.
“We’re mice, son. We don’t use contraception.”
“But there are so many of us now,” said Leonard. “There’s never enough food, we all sleep in a big mound. It takes hours to get into the bathroom. Couldn’t she just, you know…” he pantomimed intense chewing.
“Hey now, she was under stress when that happened,” said his father.
“She gets stressed a lot,” muttered Leonard. “Remember Angie and Rebecca and Larry?”
“No, not really.”
“Exactly!” said Leonard.
“Well if I don’t get her to the hospital soon, she might eat me,”
“Fine,” sighed Leonard. “So what are you naming this one?”
His father paused, scratching his head. Then, “I know. How about Herbert?”
Word Count: 200
[This is my entry into the Flash Fiction Challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by Roger Shipp. Write a story based on a photo prompt and introductory sentence in 200 words or less.
I know, this story is kind of weird. I was in a strange state of mind when I wrote it. Too much coffee, perhaps. Or too little. I’m not sure which.]